Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Shanghai as a Locket

I will be asked why I stay here, and I will say it’s a secret. It’s a secret locked inside a silver talisman that never leaves my beating chest.

I will share it with no one, I say.

But there’s a deeper secret: the locket is locked, has always been locked and I do not have the key.

posted by ferret at 1:08 am  

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